I have heard a whole lot of people saying that they love their job. I have been doing interviews of very junior doctors.
Yes, there was a time when I loved my job. It would not have even crossed my mind not to come in.
I really like my job, don’t get me wrong. It shits me sometimes. Sometimes I hate the people I work with, don’t we all? They might even hate me sometimes, too.
I love my husband. I love my mum. I love dogs (esp. staffordshire terriers), chocolate, the smell of jasmine and sunrises. I love trashy women’s magazines. I have made friends with running and am growing to love that, too. I love to do my oil painting classes. But do I love my job? No, probably not. Not at the moment anyway. I love that I get paid a decent wage for it. I can go on holidays, which I love.
I would be really upset if I weren’t able to do my job anymore. It is a big part of my identity. I have just learned that it is not the most important thing in life.
What do people think? What do they love? Is their job on that list?